I look in the mirror and I don't recognize myself.There is a strange, unrecognizable image,perhaps it's the image of my past.The pain is deadly, tears which don't relieve.There is an image which is not mine,an image of the days which are already dust.

I look in the mirror and don't recognize myself;The days pass, the years go by.The lines between my eyelids are getting lost.The hair changes, the smile disappears.

There's nothing in that image, only a palpitating pain.A wound which doesn't health, a drop of blood which doesn't go away.

I look in the mirror and the days go by,like footsteps, which lead nowhere.One walks in circles, returning to the starting p...